| Outside | |
| A yellow moon gives away the night | |
| To morning sun that watches us, | |
| You lay your hand in mine | |
| It's good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light of this day | |
| Can't you? | |
| We know it's good | |
| Over the cities under the stars | |
| Through the volcano surf a river of fire | |
| Hunting with tigers in the grass in the fields | |
| Surfing on rainbows climbing the trees | |
| Winter is never… | |
| Grown up | |
| Haunting me, I've punched a hole in time | |
| On the run, forever from | |
| The whispered words of night | |
| It's good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light on your face | |
| Can't you? | |
| You know it's good | |
| Comic book heroes, hula hoop girls | |
| Pedal to metal, language of birds | |
| Fire the rocket, your chemistry set | |
| Holding on tight while winning a bet | |
| Winter is never… | |
| The eye of the wheel is fixed on you | |
| Your war is fought out and chewed | |
| Draw the curtains hear her sing | |
| You know the song has wings | |
| Winter is never… |
| Outside | |
| A yellow moon gives away the night | |
| To morning sun that watches us, | |
| You lay your hand in mine | |
| It' s good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light of this day | |
| Can' t you? | |
| We know it' s good | |
| Over the cities under the stars | |
| Through the volcano surf a river of fire | |
| Hunting with tigers in the grass in the fields | |
| Surfing on rainbows climbing the trees | |
| Winter is never | |
| Grown up | |
| Haunting me, I' ve punched a hole in time | |
| On the run, forever from | |
| The whispered words of night | |
| It' s good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light on your face | |
| Can' t you? | |
| You know it' s good | |
| Comic book heroes, hula hoop girls | |
| Pedal to metal, language of birds | |
| Fire the rocket, your chemistry set | |
| Holding on tight while winning a bet | |
| Winter is never | |
| The eye of the wheel is fixed on you | |
| Your war is fought out and chewed | |
| Draw the curtains hear her sing | |
| You know the song has wings | |
| Winter is never |
| Outside | |
| A yellow moon gives away the night | |
| To morning sun that watches us, | |
| You lay your hand in mine | |
| It' s good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light of this day | |
| Can' t you? | |
| We know it' s good | |
| Over the cities under the stars | |
| Through the volcano surf a river of fire | |
| Hunting with tigers in the grass in the fields | |
| Surfing on rainbows climbing the trees | |
| Winter is never | |
| Grown up | |
| Haunting me, I' ve punched a hole in time | |
| On the run, forever from | |
| The whispered words of night | |
| It' s good, so good | |
| Feel the starving light on your face | |
| Can' t you? | |
| You know it' s good | |
| Comic book heroes, hula hoop girls | |
| Pedal to metal, language of birds | |
| Fire the rocket, your chemistry set | |
| Holding on tight while winning a bet | |
| Winter is never | |
| The eye of the wheel is fixed on you | |
| Your war is fought out and chewed | |
| Draw the curtains hear her sing | |
| You know the song has wings | |
| Winter is never |